Denis is a musical mind. Raised in Russia, he was imbued with an appetite for worldly things and women. Once in the USA, beneath the boardwalk at Coney Island, Denis became a curator of heavy classical, ghetto gypsy music, thugg'd out southern beats, with a encyclopedic knowledge of eff'd up foreign film dialogue . The laws of physics have no grip in his world as he channels the spirit of Forest Swords and ‘Does It Look Like I’m Here’ era Emeralds alongside house timbres, west-African shuffles, and German children's bedtime funk.

As a resident UNO DJ, sense the camaraderie between this mix and fellow-city 'future shit' from Mr. UNO (Mix #8). Rolling with a hard crew of artists, punks and hobos, you may find Denis chasing photos of rats in the NYC subway, and taking off in a '95 Benz. When you bump this, imagine the handsome USSR animal in front of his iPad, pounding sounds through his monolithic monitors into the early Brooklyn morning.